


again and again

by epilogues



Category: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)
Genre: Breaking Up & Making Up, Getting Together, Light Angst, M/M, hm.
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-08-06
Updated: 2019-08-06
Packaged: 2020-08-10 20:50:24
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,903
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20141797
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/epilogues/pseuds/epilogues
Summary: Taako and Magnus keep finding each other.orFive times Taako and Magnus didn't talk about it, and one time they did.





	again and again

**Author's Note:**

> i've needed to get some taagnus out of my system lately so. here you go! hope you enjoy!
> 
> (spoilers for taz balance obviously)

**1.**

“I hate this plane,” Magnus says, leaning out over the railing of the Starblaster and staring down at the barren ground below. “I still can’t believe that the Light fell into the  _ one  _ body of water here.”

Taako hums in agreement. He’s not looking at the ground, though. “At least it’s not populated.”

“Yeah,” Magnus says. He sighs, his shoulders slump, and Taako can almost see the extra thirty-odd years that really only ever show in Magnus’ eyes all throughout his body. 

Taako thinks for a moment, then raises his hand and creates a small cloud of golden sparks just in front of Magnus. Prestidigitation isn’t usually his thing, but that’s not to say he hasn’t picked up a few tricks here and there. And right now, there’s a pretty overwhelming part of him that just wants to make Magnus smile. 

So, with a flick of Taako’s wrist, the sparks shape themselves into a small, ephemeral dog that bounds in circles around Magnus, who looks absolutely delighted. The years seem to disappear from his eyes and shoulders for a moment. 

Taako smiles. He lets the dog take one more lap around Magnus before he flicks his wrist again, sending the sparks flying up and out until they’ve completely surrounded Taako and Magnus in a bubble of significantly-less-desolation than the world outside. 

“That help at all?” Taako asks. His voice shakes imperceptibly with the realization that it’ll be hard to pass this one off as just being a “good buddy,” but he keeps the sparks around them.

Magnus laughs a little, and gods, he’s  _ gorgeous  _ bathed in awe and the warm golden light. “Yeah, this is… this is beautiful, Taako. I feel like we need some music or something,” he says. But he makes no move to leave the bubble and find the old record player that floats around the ship. 

“Yeah,” Taako agrees. But he does the same. For a moment, they stand in an almost-trance. The lights shimmer and rotate slightly around them. A soft wind, the first in days, whistles briefly by outside. Out of the corner of his eye, if he could tear his eyes away from Magnus long enough to look, Taako would’ve been able to see the bond engine glowing just a little brighter than usual. 

Finally, Magnus clears his throat and speaks up. “Taako, I…” He trails off, looking down at his fidgeting hands. His shoulders don’t fall, exactly, but Taako can see the exact moment that they fill with tension.

Without consciously deciding to do so, Taako reaches out and places a hand on Magnus’ shoulder, which is bare despite the slight chill of the night. He opens his mouth to give some other useless comfort, or ask Magnus what he was going to say, but what comes out instead is a result of over three decades of proximity and late nights and what totally isn’t a “crush,” despite what Lup says. 

“I mean, at least the scenery’s not  _ all  _ that bad here,” Taako says. His eyes drift up to Magnus’ face, lingering longer than he’d like to admit on Magnus’ lips, and he waits. The sparks seem to move in closer. 

It takes a moment, almost as if he was zoned out, but then Magnus turns to face Taako. “Well, yeah, you made all these lights and - “ Their eyes meet. Magnus’ face switches from confusion to something Taako can’t read. “Oh.  _ Oh,  _ Taako, I -”

Taako swallows hard, heart in his throat. He can’t back out now. The sparks shine. He keeps talking. “Some of the scenery here,” he says, suddenly unable to get his voice any louder than a whisper, “is really, really -”

He’s cut off when Magnus kisses him.

Taako kisses back instantly, his heart melting, falling back into his chest and setting him on fire from the inside out. His hands reach up to cup Magnus’ face at the same time Magnus’ hands grab onto his hips, and it’s all over from there. The sparks seem to pulse, brighter and brighter each time, and they follow Taako and Magnus down the darkened halls of the ship and into Taako’s room. 

The next day, or rather, later that morning, Taako wakes from his meditation to find himself clinging to Magnus like some sort of koala-octopus hybrid. His cheeks heat up, but he doesn’t feel like moving, even when he realizes that Magnus is awake and watching him. 

“Hey,” Magnus murmurs. 

“Hey,” Taako parrots. He leans in and drops a light kiss onto Magnus’ shoulder, alight with the assumed knowledge that he can  _ do that _ now. 

Magnus’ breath catches, just for a second, and he clears his throat. “Taako, do you - we should probably, uh, talk about this.”

Taako scoots up and kisses him for real. When they pull apart to catch their breath, Taako says, “Let’s just give it a shot, just you and me. What’s there to talk about, really?”   


Judging by the way Magnus smiles and leans back in, they’re in agreement.  
  


**2.**

It only takes a month for someone else to notice the outward effects of the unofficial relationship Taako and Magnus have fallen into. 

They’re in the kitchen late one afternoon, cleaning up after lunch. Everyone else has shuffled off to work on various things - Barry and Lup to the lab to keep making a submarine to get the light, Davenport to update the mission logs he still insists on keeping, and Merle to study the one plant he’s found on the plane. Lucretia stays in the dining area, hunched over what looks like three journals. 

“You wash, I’ll dry?” Magnus offers. 

Taako shakes his head. “You’ve broken way too many plates, Mags, I’ll dry.” He grabs a dish towel and slings it over his shoulder, still slightly giddy in the way Magnus’ eyes track him as he struts over to the sink. 

It’s been a  _ good  _ month. After that rather fateful night, Taako had suggested that he and Magnus just go with whatever this is, and that plan’s been working pretty well. Neither of them have felt the need to tell anyone else what’s happening, since they’re not entirely sure what it is themselves; they keep it mostly behind doors and after everyone else goes to sleep, with the only exception being the way Magnus is almost constantly touching Taako in some way.

Speaking of - Magnus’ fingers brush Taako’s as he takes the bottle of soap, and Taako’s heart still manages to skip a beat despite the much, much more intimate touches he and Magnus have shared. 

“Got it,” Magnus says. He starts filling the sink with soapy water, and Taako takes a moment to watch him - the subtle movements of muscle under his loose shirt, the extra long hairs he missed while trimming his beard, the soft blue color of his nails (Taako has green to match). He’s kind of absolutely gorgeous, and while Taako refuses to even think about what words he could use to describe his feelings, he can’t deny the warmth in his chest. 

They work without speaking for a while, letting the familiar sounds of the ship settle around them like a blanket. Taako finds himself staring at Magnus just enough that he would be embarrassed if he didn’t meet Magnus’ eyes nearly every time he looked over. 

Once all of the dishes are done, Taako tosses his towel over the side of the sink and stretches. “Gods, I’m fuckin’ tired. I know I’ve done, like, nothing today, but Taako is going to go  _ chill.”  _

Magnus laughs a little, wiping his hands off on his pants. “Have fun with that, I’m going to go put away my laundry.”

That’s a lie - Taako knows that Magnus will be in his room in a matter of minutes, and they can lay in Taako’s bed together and breathe and keep holding onto whatever it is they’ve found. So he can’t help but smile as he starts down the hall to his room, can’t help but let his hand come up to rest on Magnus’ elbow, and that’s what gives them away.

“How long have you two been together?” 

Taako and Magnus both jump at the unexpected sound of Lucretia’s voice. 

“What?” Taako says, hoping his nonchalant tone actually works. He quickly drops his arm back down to his side and turns to face Lucretia with furrowed brows.

She sighs, barely even looking up from her notebooks. “I said, how long have you two been together? I’ve seen the way you keep touching each other, and you’re also not very subtle about always sneaking off into each other’s rooms. I just can’t figure out when it started.”

Taako and Magnus share a  _ do we tell her look?  _ After all, it’s not like they’ve ever discussed why they’ve been keeping their relationship a secret, it just seemed like the thing to do at the time.

“We’re not-” Taako says, at the exact same time that Magnus blurts, “We’ve been dating for a month.”

There are several tiny mental explosions in Taako’s head in the seconds directly following  _ that:  _

  1. Holy shit, he needs to stop forgetting how smart Lucretia is. 
  2. Lup is going to _kill _him for not telling her first.
  3. Davenport is probably going to make them do so much paperwork.

However, the one thing that keeps going off in his head, over and over again along every neurological path, like some sort of complex Rube Goldberg mind explosion, is:

  1. Magnus said that they’re _dating. _

It’s completely true, of course, no matter how much they’ve both been dancing around it, and Taako is  _ not  _ the type to get all sappy over being “official,” okay, but - but something about those words in Magnus’ mouth makes Taako unable to stop smiling.

“Huh,” Lucretia says. “Cool beans.”

She closes one notebook and pulls another one out from the bag at her feet, and Taako and Magnus take that as their cue to leave. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, was that okay?” Magnus says as soon as Taako’s bedroom door is closed behind them. “I can go ask her not to tell anyone if you - and I know we didn’t - “   


Taako shuts him up with a kiss. 

**3.**

They’ve been together for nearly two cycles when Taako says It. 

It, of course, being the one sentence that he and Magnus have been dancing around since this whole thing began. It shouldn’t be a big deal, of course, the entire crew shares the sentiment at this point, but … it’s one thing to say It to Lup before she heads off on a mission with Lucretia, or to say It to Merle on the rare occasion he actually heals someone from a strange new space disease. It’s a completely different thing to say It to Magnus, face to face, and  _ mean  _ every syllable. 

As such, it can’t come as much of a surprise that Taako only says It accidentally. 

It happens when he and Magnus are out on a scouting mission. They’re on an absolutely gorgeous plane this cycle - the weather is always perfect, sparkling rivers run through most of the land, and at night, more stars than Taako’s ever seen illuminate the sky. He and Magnus are staring at those stars, making up more and more ridiculous constellations, and Magnus yawns. 

“You should get to sleep,” Taako says, turning onto his side in his sleeping bag. “I can take first watch.”

Magnus shakes his head, rubs at his eyes. “No, I’m good, I can stay awake!”

“Mags.”

Taako does his best to pin his boyfriend with a glare, and he guesses it works, because the next thing he hears out of Magnus is a mixture of a resigned sigh and a long yawn.

“Alright,” he says, already lying down and adjusting his pillow. “See you in the morning.”

Taako can’t help but smile down at him. “See you in the morning,” he repeats, and then, because his brain is stupid, apparently, he adds, “I love you.”

There’s a beat, a sharp exhale from - honestly, Taako doesn’t know if it was him or Magnus or both of them in unison. Finally, though, Magnus says, “I love you too, Taako.”

Magnus falls asleep just a moment later, and Taako watches him for a long time.   
  


**4.**

Taako knows that the first thing Magnus will do when he reforms is head straight over for a hug, just as he’s now been doing for the past - gods, has it really been sixty-one cycles that they’ve been together now? Sixty-one years, thirty of which (this most recent included) have been cut short by Magnus dying before or during the Hunger’s arrival. Taako has only died nine times, and well, he’s getting a little sick of his boyfriend leaving him like this when he really, really doesn’t have to. 

This past one was especially nasty and especially frustrating. According to Barry and Lucretia’s report, it had all gone down something like this: While they and Magnus were out in the woods on a Light-finding expedition that Taako had only stayed behind from because 1. Lup had wanted to try some new recipes with the plants on the plane and 2. Magnus had  _ promised  _ that he’d be back in a month, tops, they ran into a weird blue cloud. Barry called Merle, who informed him that it was probably a Cadaverous Cloud, which would slowly, painfully, incurably, and contagiously kill anyone that inhaled any of it. Barry turned to relay this information to his team - but Magnus had seen a struggling baby animal of some sort under the cloud and had, of course, rushed in. 

Magnus then insisted that Barry and Lucretia leave him, so he wouldn’t infect and kill them, even though Barry was a lich. They’d gone on, retrieved the Light, and returned to find Magnus dead. The rest, as they say, is history.

(History meaning nine months of Taako moping around and refusing to be consoled, even by Lup, because  _ her  _ boyfriend came back even though his physical body was pretty much expendable, and then one month of Taako allowing Lup to console him just enough to realize how sick he is of Magnus making him so worried and upset nearly every cycle.)

All that said, yeah, this past cycle wasn’t great. As Merle’s research concluded, it had probably been one of Magnus’ worst deaths to date. And judging by Magnus’ face as he meets Taako’s eyes once they reform, Merle was probably right. 

But that doesn’t stop Taako from remembering every conversation he’d had with Lup last cycle about how he hated being to worry like this, or every conversation he’d had with Magnus in previous cycles about the exact same thing, and so - he turns away from Magnus.

“Don’t let him follow me,” he mutters to Lup before quickly heading back to his room. He doesn’t even spare the new plane a cursory glance, despite starting to hear excited remarks from the rest of the crew. 

Well, the rest of the crew except Magnus. All Taako hears from him is his name, called out with a level of uncertainty that Taako hasn’t heard it said with in decades.

“Taako, wait, what’s wrong?”   
  
Taako ducks into his room, feeling his braid swing against his face, and lets the slam of his bedroom door be his answer. He knows that this isn’t fair to Magnus, especially not under the current circumstances, but - when has Magnus taking every hit he can find ever been fair to Taako?

There’s a knock on the door just as Taako drops onto his bed. “Taako?” Magnus calls, “Taako, what did I-”   


He’s cut off by a harsh whisper that Taako knows is Lup. He can’t hear much of what she’s saying, only catching snatches like, “last cycle,” and, “thirty times, Magnus,” and, “leave him alone for now.”

There’s a thump, a soft rustle, and then an even softer thump. Lup sighs, then calls, “‘Ko? Can I come in?”   


“Yeah,” Taako says. In the split second of Lup’s entry, he can see Magnus sitting against the wall, arms folded and clearly trying not to cry. Taako pretends it doesn’t make him feel like he has a deep brain freeze in every one of his cells. “Is he.. okay?”

“Are  _ you  _ okay?” she asks, pushing aside a pile of robes and sitting next to him on the bed. “I know all that stuff I said last cycle, and I do stand by it, Taako, I really do, but… I want you to be sure that this is what’s best for you.”

Taako turns and drops his face into his pillow. Gods, he has no idea what’s best for him (it’s Magnus, if the last sixty-one years have proved anything, it’s that it’s Magnus), but it can’t be this. He stays like that for several moments, until Lup gently says, “Taako?”   


He sits up then, stubbornly rubbing at his eyes, and says, “No, you’re right, I’m fine. I know this is going to be better in the long run.” Taako takes a deep breath and calls, “Magnus? Can you come in here?”

Lup gives Taako a hug, a sympathetic smile, and then a wave goodbye as she steps out of the room. The space she leaves in the doorway is almost immediately filled with Magnus’ form, his face thrown into shadow by the darkness of Taako’s room and his whole body screaming hurt. 

“Taako, whatever I did, I want to - let’s talk about it, I’m sorry, I-”

Taako sighs. “If I have to explain it, my dude, I think we’re past the point of talking about it. I’m just done.”   


“Taako, wait, I -”

“I’m done, Magnus.”

Taako turns away and magics the door shut with a flick of his hand, and he and Magnus talk after that, sure, but they don’t talk about  _ it _ . They refuse to talk about  _ it,  _ and it sits unresolved as the last cycle dawns, as the relics are created and placed, as the world begins to tear itself apart, and by then, well, they’re out of time.  
  


**5.**

Taako can’t get into a trance. 

This is nothing new, he hasn’t really, properly rested in a long time. He spends approximately two more minutes staring uselessly at the ceiling before slipping out of his bunk and out of the dorm, praying Magnus and Merle stay asleep behind him. 

The Bureau is quiet. A few guards walk along the perimeters of the most important domes, but they’re all far away from Taako. 

Taako sighs and starts walking. He doesn’t have a destination in mind, just needs to  _ move _ . Something about this place, about his whole situation right now, honestly, has been making him feel restless. It’s not like him to stay in one place this long, and yet… where else would he go?

Taako keeps walking, eyes focused only on the ground beneath his feet, mind focused only on the way something feels just slightly wrong. As such, he doesn’t notice the other set of feet walking toward him until it’s too late. 

“Oh, shit, sorry!” Magnus exclaims instantly. One of his hands is already on Taako’s shoulders, steadying him. “I don’t know how I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s fine, my dude,” Taako says. He moves to shrug Magnus’ hand away before realizing he actually doesn’t mind the weight. Cool, add that to the list of things he’s not going to think about too hard. “Um, couldn’t sleep, huh?”

“Yeah,” Magnus says quietly. He looks down for a moment, then back up at Taako. His voice is strange, almost rough, when he says, “You, uh - it’s different seeing you without that hat on. I can actually see your face.”

Taako frowns a little and can’t help the way he takes a step back. Part of the Taako (from TV) brand of ethereal beauty is dependent on keeping a layer of mystique, okay? But - 

“Well, enjoy the view then, it’s pretty nice,” Taako says, flicking his braid over his shoulder and forcing himself to  _ act normal, Taako.  _

“Yeah, it is,” Magnus says, and - that’s not the response Taako expected, or at least not the tone he expected said response to be in. Magnus sounds genuine, serious, and any number of other things Taako can’t quite deal with right now. 

But he has to deal with it, he’s  _ Taako _ , for crying out loud, so he steps closer to Magnus, raises one hand and stops it just shy of brushing Magnus’ cheek. His heart picks up speed. He won’t pretend that he’s never imagined a situation like this. Magnus is easily one of the most attractive people he’s met, and he’s a  _ good  _ person to top it all off. 

“Magnus-“ Taako starts, before realizing he doesn’t know how he’s going to follow it up. “Can I -“

Magnus kisses him before he gets the question out. Taako melts into it, into Magnus, until he has to pull away to breathe. Wordlessly, their hands slot together, and they walk back to the dorm. 

They wake up in their own bunks the next day, of course, what with Merle and the memory of Julia both being just a little too close for anything to happen, and they don’t talk about it, but as they’re walking to breakfast, their hands find each other. 

Their hands keep finding each other - as they collect relic after relic, as they move into supposedly-separate rooms, as time passes and they both feel themselves falling, as they don’t talk about what they are but just ride it out. And when Kravitz comes along, they don’t talk about the way there’s sometimes a black cloak hanging on the coat rack or how sometimes the bed is a little extra cramped and a little extra cold. It just  _ works,  _ somehow. 

They don’t talk about it. But they’re in love and they both know it and it’s  _ good.  _

**+1**

There’s not much time to talk after they’ve been  _ actually  _ innoculated, what with the whole world-ending thing and all that, and Taako is more than fine with that. He hadn’t been able to look Magnus in the eye during the fight, not with the memories spinning in his brain - falling in love with Magnus as the cycles passed, nearly seventy years of being together, every moment they shared, watching Magnus die over and over again, calling it off, never fucking talking about it and never making up. It’s… a lot, to say the least.

After the battle, Taako and Lup wordlessly slip out of the crowd. Taako leads her to a back corner of the base, where they stand as close as Lup’s lich form allows and just revel in the fact of each other’s existence. 

“I can’t believe I forgot you,” Taako says after a while, silently reminding himself that it’s okay to sound choked-up around Lup, that it’s okay to let his guard down now. 

“It’s okay,” Lup murmurs. It’s almost as if she heard what he was thinking. 

There’s another long silence. The seconds stretch into minutes stretch into hours stretch into never enough time together after a decade apart. 

Lup’s smiling when she speaks again; Taako can hear it in her voice as she sits down and motions for him to follow onto the cool grass. “So, the grim reaper, huh?”

Taako laughs as he sits. “I mean, have you  _ seen  _ him?”

Lup snorts softly, but then something shifts in what Taako can make out of her face. “And… Magnus too?”

“Yeah,” Taako says, “or at least - I don’t know if he’s still going to want to. After what I did, I mean.”   


Lup hums in acknowledgment. “You should go talk to him,” she says. 

“We don’t - we’re not really the type to have big, serious discussions,” Taako points out, even though he knows that the ‘we’ in that statement mostly applies to him. 

“I know you’re not,” Lup says. She clearly knows who the “we” meant as well. “But I want you to be happy, and I think Magnus is a big part of that.”

Taako doesn’t say anything to that. He knows she’s right, of course, but that doesn’t mean that he wants to do anything about it.    
  
Lup sighs, but the sound is fond. “Go find him, okay? I need to go catch up with Barry anyway, so I can try and start working on having an actual body again.”

“Okay,” Taako relents. “But - I’ll see you later, right?”   


“See you later,” Lup promises. She looks like she’s about to give Taako a hug before remembering that she can’t, so she just waves and heads back towards some of the larger domes. 

Taako watches her go before letting out a long sigh. His hand drops to his side and brushes against his Stone of Farspeech, and he considers calling Kravitz before deciding not to add in another factor to the emotional mess in his head. He considers calling Magnus too, but… he doesn’t want to risk Magnus not picking up. Instead, he shoves his hands deep into his pockets and heads back towards the dorms.

Magnus is nowhere to be found when Taako makes it back, though. He keeps passing tearful reunions between pretty much everyone on the base, but there’s no sign of Magnus anywhere.

After a couple of unsuccessful loops around, Taako finally walks up to Carey and Killian.

“Have you guys seen Magnus anywhere?” he asks. “I, uh, I need to talk to him.”

Both of their faces reveal that they know exactly what Taako needs to talk to Magnus about, and he cringes slightly. Gods, he hates knowing that literally everyone in the plane knows his business now. 

“Last I saw him, he was looking for you,” Carey says. Taako’s heart skips a beat, although he’s not sure if it’s out of happiness or fear. “I told him I’d have you call him if I saw you - do you have your Stone?”   
  
“Yeah, of course,” Taako says, instinctively covering his sudden rush of anxiety with his trademarked smile. “Don’t know why I didn’t think of that earlier.”   
  
He steps just out of earshot and calls Magnus, who picks up almost immediately.

“Taako?”

Taako honestly can’t tell if his anxiety lessens or gets worse at the sound of Magnus’ completely neutral voice. “Um,” he says. “Where are you?”

“You know that overlook that got added last month? It’s kind of destroyed, but I’m over there, do you - where are you?”   
  
“Back by the dorms,” Taako says. “I’ll come meet you, there’s - it’s really crowded over here. Okay?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Magnus replies. His tone is still completely neutral, so much so that Taako knows he’s making it that way on purpose. The Stone clicks off.

Taako takes a deep breath, suddenly hyper-aware of the way that nearly everyone in the area is watching him. He drops his Stone back into his pocket, straightens his back, and starts walking along the same path that first brought he and Magnus together at the Bureau. 

The overlook that Magnus mentioned is a decent walk, almost across the entire base, which gives Taako what should be plenty of time to think about what he’s going to do and say once he arrives. The operative word there, of course, is  _ should be.  _

When Magnus comes into view, though, slumped over the half-decimated railing overlooking the base’s edge, Taako still has no idea what he’s going to say or do - until suddenly, he does. 

With a well-practiced flick of his wrist, Taako conjures up a dog made of shimmering golden sparks. It bounds out from in front of him and over to Magnus, running in several circles before dissipating into a sparkling canopy above his head. Magnus turns almost immediately, and Taako can see a ghost of a smile on his lips and a slight sheen in his eyes.

“Hey,” Taako says. He steps forward so that he’s also under the canopy of sparks, only about a foot away from Magnus. There’s a beat. “Can we - I want to talk. And I want to say I’m sorry.”

“Taako, I’m the -”   


Taako holds up a finger in the universal gesture for  _ shh.  _ “No, I need to apologize to you. I’m sorry for what I said back then, okay? I shouldn’t have just dumped you like that, it wasn’t fair to you. And I’m sorry for never being good at communicating, and I’m sorry for never wanting to talk about Julia or Kravitz or anything that could be considered remotely serious, and I’m sorry for not telling you that I love you enough, okay, because I’ve loved you for a hundred years and I don’t think I’m ever going to stop. I don’t - there’s a reason I found you again, there’s a reason you found me again, and I’m sorry, but I’m not willing to let this go again. Okay?”

Magnus doesn’t answer, just rushes forward and pulls Taako into a hug. “I’m sorry too, you know,” he manages, “I love you,” and his voice is rough and choked-up.

They hold onto each other for a long time, until Taako finally pulls back and says, “I think - I think we need to go talk about this.”

Magnus half-laughs, half-sobs. “Yeah, I think we do.”

And for once, Taako’s not terrified at the prospect. They’ve made it a hundred years, give or take, and he knows that every time they fall apart, they’ll always find each other again.

**Author's Note:**

> thanks so much for reading! feedback is always really appreciated! :D


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